The Oceans between Stars (Chronicle of the Dark Star Book 2)

“Remembering? But it’s—” Liam shook his head. “Okay.

“You have these expressions, follow your heart, or go with your gut. I don’t think trust actually has anything to do with your internal organs,

He raised his arm and saluted, his panda face fixed in its permanent grin, then rolled toward the elevators.

Picture the newest, sleekest phone you can—probably that one your friend just got; you know, the friend who always gets the newest things—only now imagine it bent into a ring and hovering just above the skin of your wrist, except that skin is the lavender color of a predawn sky, and covered in millions of tiny bristles, which are in this case grayi

Now, before, or even his future somehow?

“Nobody survives,” the captain said, almost dreamily, “if you tell the story long enough.”

“But you can’t,” said Liam. “That’s three hundred million people. It’s—” “Efficient,”

the hug function.”

They don’t know what they’re doing. They thought they did, but they don’t know